Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies,

But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes

And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;

As he pronounces lastly on each deed,

Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed."

THE PLEASURES OF MELANCHOLY.

[From Il Penseroso.]

Sweet bird that shun'st the noise of folly,

Most musical, most melancholy!

Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among